was extended, and his cheeks became of a pale yellow, save alone that
place which bore the mark which I have already described, and this shone
now portentously, like fire. He stood in this manner for some time; at
last the ladle fell from his hand, and its falling appeared to rouse him
from his stupor.

'I say, wifelkin,' said he, in a faltering tone, 'did you ever see the
like of this here?'

But the woman had retreated to the tent, from the entrance of which her
loathly face was now thrust, with an expression partly of terror and
partly of curiosity. After gazing some time longer at the viper and
myself, the man stooped down and took up the ladle; then, as if somewhat
more assured, he moved to the tent, where he entered into conversation
with the beldame in a low voice. Of their discourse, though I could hear
the greater part of it, I understood not a single word; and I wondered
what it could be, for I knew by the sound that it was not French. At
last the man, in a somewhat louder tone, appeared to put a question to
the woman, who nodded her head affirmatively, and in a moment or two
produced a small stool, which she delivered to him. He placed it on the
ground, close by the door of the tent, first rubbing it with his sleeve,
as if for the purpose of polishing its surface.

_Man_. Now, my precious little gentleman, do sit down here by the poor
people's tent; we wish to be civil in our slight way. Don't be angry,
and say no; but look kindly upon us, and satisfied, my precious little
God Almighty.

_Woman_. Yes, my gorgeous angel, sit down by the poor bodies' fire, and
eat a sweetmeat. We want to ask you a question or two; only first put